Page 83 of Eat Slay Love

I flicked one nipple, then the other, my hands alternating between slow, lazy caresses and rough, possessive tugs.

“Shit.” She was losing it.

Her hands flew to my suit jacket, tugging at the fabric, desperate.

Smirking, I leaned in, letting my hot breath drag over the sensitive peaks before finally flicking my tongue over one tight bud.

She gasped and dug her nails into my shoulders.

I licked the nipple—slow and teasing—circling the peak before closing my lips around it.

And then I sucked.

Hard.

Her body jerked, her head falling back against the wall. “Oh, fuck.”

That was what I wanted.

I flicked my tongue against the bud while I sucked, alternating between gentle and firm, feeling the way her body melted into me.

Then, I released her nipple with a slow pop and moved to the other, giving it the same thorough, sinful attention.

My tongue swirled, my teeth grazing just slightly before I sucked her nipple deep into my mouth.

“Oh my God.” She whimpered, her hips shifting, searching for friction.

My cock pulsed.

And then to my shock, her hands were on my cock.

Oh yes.

My breath caught as she slid one palm over my belt, quickly working it open with a sensual ease that made my entire body go tight.

Oh my sweet American girl.

Fast, her fingers unzipped my slacks, slipping inside, finding the rigid, throbbing length of my cock.

And then—skin to skin.

I groaned, my forehead dropping against her breast, my body going tight with need.

God, I love the way she takes control.

Her palm wrapped around my cock, warm, soft, her fingers stroking slow, teasing.

I was supposed to unravel Rae some more, but she is destroying me. . .

More pre-cumspilled immediately, thick and hot, smearing across her fingers.

Rae moaned. “I love how big you are.”

I growled. “You’re teetering on the edge of danger,chérie.”

“Am I?”

“Fuck.” Playing with her nipples, I thrust my cock into her hand, unable to help myself, desperate for more, desperate for her.

---